[Verse 4 - The Lonely Island]
Transport now to an old folks home
Where the elderly are tossed on their brittle bones
The orderlies are stealing, there's no excuseEveryday for lunch they eat boiled goose
So I grabbed my boombox and hit the turbo bass
And what happened next, was a total disgrace

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